The winter passed pleasantly enough. When it got colder we had to give up some of the more broken-down shacks and move in to the main ranch house to keep warm. I got so I even enjoyed the highs I got from pot and wine. I was still too square to try acid or some of the other things Mark and Tony brought back, but I got along with everyone in spite of my square attitude. I was outwardly happy and satisfied with my way of life, but there was always the thought of joining the real world again someday.
The first really nice day of spring started without the slightest hint of what was to follow. The sky was a beautiful azure. There wasn't even the wisp of a cloud. The aroma of spring filled the desert air. The ground was dry and the flowers in bloom. Trinket and I decided to go for a hike after breakfast chores. I'd had to tie Hitler up the night before because he'd been fighting. I was going to set him free and let him go with us.
The meal was almost over when we got the first hint of trouble. It came in the form of a low rumble in the distance, which grew steadily louder. I was sitting next to Jack Rabbit. He'd been my lover most of the winter. My old flame, Mark, sat across from us. I glanced up when I first heard the noise and saw all the blood drain from Mark's face. "They're coming! Goddamn it! I told you not to pawn off that bad stuff on them!" he choked, looking straight at Jack Rabbit.
"We'll talk our way out of it," the leader said confidently. "What bad stuff?" I asked innocently. "Ah nothing-we passed off some stuff for acid that wasn't. No big deal." "Except that we got paid a hell of a lot for it," Mark said shakily.
I had learned to accept the leader's judgment on all things. He said not to worry, so I didn't. Calmly finishing my meal, I ignored the roaring motorcycles which filled the yard outside. Jack Rabbit and Mark got up and walked onto the porch. The rest of us sat at the table and watched. There was an argument. It grew louder and louder as the leader of the motorcycle gang and Jack Rabbit shouted back and forth.
Then there was a deadly calm. I hadn't been able to understand the last few words either had said, because Tony was trying to get us to go out the back way with him. Then there wasn't any time. A loud explosion rocked the building. One second I was staring at Jack Rabbit's back and in the next instant his head disappeared in a spray of blood. Another blast followed and I heard Mark fall.
I started screaming and moaning. I stood there with my fist in my mouth and screamed so hard it doubled me up. The riders swarmed into the house. I remember catching a glimpse of Trinket as she was dragged out by three of the greasy men. Then I was grabbed by four others and carried away, kicking and screaming.
It had all happened so fast that I was in shock. I didn't really understand what was in store for me. I kicked and struggled as they carried me to one of the old shacks. I was hauled inside and dropped on the floor. There was no time to gather my wits and no way to escape. One of them grabbed me by the hair and jerked me to my feet. I squealed in pain. As I was pulled to my feet I could hear the screams of terror and pain from other girls over the fierce barking of the dogs.
I was shoved. I reeled into the arms of one of my captors. He grabbed the front of the old navy workshirt I was wearing. Holding onto one side, just below my tits, he shoved me viciously toward the boy standing in the other corner. I felt the buttons tear away. Stumbling into the boy's arms, I felt myself being hurled toward another. The rest of the shirt ripped open. The last remaining buttons shot, like bullets, across the room.
New hands grabbed my collar and my arms were yanked backwards as I flew toward someone else. I was nude to the waist when I crashed fearfully into another man's arms. His hands grabbed my tits and squeezed viciously before I was hurled to the next one. I was shoved, spun, pushed, thrown, and kicked back and forth between them for several minutes before someone ripped the front of my jeans open, ruining the zipper.
My tits felt like they'd been run through a washing-machine wringer. My pants were yanked to my knees and I stumbled headlong into the wall, cutting my cheek and scraping my arm and shoulder as I collapsed into a heap. I was jerked up and thrown to someone else. My panties were twisted. The waistband, which had been designed to barely cover my hairy triangle, was pulled down on one side, leaving one corner of my pubis exposed.
My legs were held close together by my half-masted pants. I stumbled awkwardly around the room, from boy to boy, as they mauled me. My mind was reeling. I was dizzy from the circle I was moved in and ached from pain and fear. I was knocked off my feet. My pants were grabbed by two of them and the garment was jerked away. I felt hands grab the top of my panties as I was pulled to my feet.
There was a surge of pressure against my belly as the material strained. I stumbled forward. Another set of hands clawed at the light fabric and I was hurled away. Someone else shredded it the rest of the way, leaving it to fall to my ankles. I fell flat on my face, skidding to a stop at someone's feet.
I was dragged up, completely naked, and spun around the room. I made circle after circle. Claw marks appeared on my tits, belly and ass. Trickles of blood oozed from some of the scratches. Patches of my pubic hair disappeared. Bruises showed up. I screamed, cried and begged for mercy until I lost my voice completely.
I was forced to my knees and slugged in the jaw. My eyes were swollen and puffy. I was barely able to see the boy in front of me as he pulled his zipper open and took his cock out. "Suck-and baby you'd best not bite!"
A hand grabbed my jaws with bruising force. My mouth was wrenched open and I felt my head being bashed into his pelvis. The cock shot in and hit the back of my mouth like a battering ram. It bounced off and drove into my raw throat. "Hey-let her do it! It'll be a lot more fun!"
I did as I was told. I couldn't do anything else. I wished they'd kill me and get it over with. I was dizzy, sick and hurt. But they had other ideas. The hand let go of my hair and jaws and went for my breasts instead. The iron-hard prick in my mouth stunk and needed a bath. It tasted acrid and repulsive. I wobbled my head back and forth on it so I'd get it over with as quickly as possible. The rugged veins on the side of the shaft didn't feel good this time.
The thin flesh that slid up and down the stiff joint, as my lips pressed tight, didn't excite me. The soft firmness of the meaty head didn't thrill me. It just hurt and humbled me. I took it because if I didn't they'd break my face up, not because I wanted to. The cock exploded. His slime poured down my throat and ran from my mouth. I wasn't even given time to wipe it away before another cock pressed between my lips.
The owner of this one wanted a deep-throat: He drove my head against his groin and held me there tightly. I almost passed out before he let me back off enough to get some air. Time after time he drove into my mouth that way: Each time he was rougher and harder. Each time he held my head until I was struggling frantically to get air. The others stood around and laughed.
Most of the terrified screams from other buildings had died away now, probably because the girls trapped there had lost their voices too. There had been several shots and most of the dogs had stopped their howling. Things outside seemed pretty quiet. There was only an occasional rasping cry from a girl and a painful whine from a dog.
When I tried to force my mind away from what was happening to me, it was even worse. Every time my mind wandered, Jack Rabbit's mangled, nearly headless body swam into view. It was better to stare into the open fly of a dirty pair of jeans than remember that.
The cock in my mouth was really turned on by punishing my throat. He reached the point where it demanded quicker and quicker strokes. I had longed for that moment. Now I found it was as bad as the suffocating slowness. The prick was long and my throat wasn't used to taking something that far down. He made me raw and it wasn't long until the pain became excruciating.
When he started to spurt his load, he pulled out and sprayed my face. I choked on the little bit he'd drained inside my mouth, and stared past streamers of jism hanging from my eyebrows. The next boy pulled his pants down. "Please…" I mouthed silently, unable to get more than a strange squeak out.
There was no mercy. The new cock was even bigger than the last. It was bigger than Mark's, bigger even than Jack Rabbit's! It had to have been twelve inches long and two inches wide. He almost dislocated my jaw as his prick slid to the back of my mouth. He had to ram hard even to get the mighty cock into my throat. I gagged and almost drowned on my own puke. Swallowing desperately, I managed to get the horrible, bitter-tasting vomit back into my stomach.
My jaws, already bruised and aching, started to burn with shots of searing pain. I wanted to pass out. I prayed to pass out! I knew they wouldn't stop until they'd done everything they planned. My only hope for relief was to black out. My mind refused to cooperate. It clung to consciousness much the same way it clung to sanity. I couldn't flip out and I couldn't pass out, even though I tried. All I could do was kneel there, letting them tear at my tits and rape my face.
My lips were numb. Finally, even my jaw, tongue and throat stopped feeling anything. It wasn't as bad then. My mind stopped fighting it. I sensed the cock in my mouth swelling. I tensed to receive the load of slime I knew was on its way. His spunk bubbled and clogged my throat. It backed up and coated the inside of my mouth. It even went up into my nose. I turned beet-red from lack of air and started to turn blue before he pulled his prick out.
My stomach rebelled. The force of my vomit shooting up from my stomach cleared my throat and nose. I emptied my tummy and lay in it, sucking air into my lungs. They let me regain my senses. Then they slapped me across the face and shoved the last of their pricks past my lips and along the top of my unfeeling tongue.
I was past feeling. I knew that some of their groin hairs caught on my teeth, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. I'd stopped caring. He ran in and out of my mouth for several minutes before finally releasing his sperm into my mouth and face. I was relieved that it was over. All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and die.
There was a break in the action. It was almost like they wanted to relax a little so when they started again it would be that much better. It worked on me too. I relaxed, thinking it was all over. I lay in a heap where they let me fall. Wave after wave of fear and tenseness left. I knew they might kill me now, but I was convinced that the worst was over. Then suddenly they grabbed me. At first I thought I was going to be taken out and shot. I didn't feel panic-just a feeling that I wished I'd turned out a lot different.
They dragged me through the door and threw me onto a rough wooden fence. I was draped over it with my ass high in the air. I began to wish they had shot me. They tied my hands to the bottom rail and I found I was just one of the three girls they'd done this to. We were left dangling over the fence while they gathered odd lengths of split railing which lay around the yard. When they'd gotten four lengths of it the same size, they laid them out, side by side so they formed a neat row.
Then they dragged the four remaining girls out of the shacks and to the row. Their legs were too weak to hold them and they fell. I watched as they were pulled to their feet. The rails were jerked up and smashed into their crotches and held there. I felt the girls' terrible agony as their eyes bugged open wide and they doubled up, clutching at their crotches.
The boys held them in place and tied their knees together so the rails would remain locked into place. Ropes were fastened to each wrist and left dangling there until all four of them were ready. Then a man got on each end of each rail, and lifted the rail and girls.
Two other guys took the cords fastened to their wrists and stepped out so that the girls were balanced. All of their weight rested on the sharp edge of the rails in their cunts. They were held up by the men on the sides. It was going to be a race. I could see a long, rough course marked out that would guarantee that the four girls would have their cunts completely ruined by the time it was over.
The man who'd shot Jack Rabbit held his shotgun in the air and pulled the trigger. The boys started off at a dead run. The girls bounced up and down on the splintery rails. I could almost feel them gouging into me, tearing my cunt lips and clit to shreds. It was horrible to watch them being ripped to pieces. Each time one of them lost their balance the boys on the side would let them tip and twist, but only so far, not enough to go completely over.
All four girls had passed out by the time they crossed the finish line and were tossed aside. The boys caught their breath and turned their attention back to the three of us. There were thirty of them. They lined up at one end and started down the line. My first attacker was the boy with the twelve-inch cock. He didn't go for my pussy. Instead he drove his dry cock between my asscheeks and into my asshole.
My mouth flew open and I screamed as he pushed deep into my bowels. My asshole burned and ached as if my rectum had never had a cock in it before. It was worse than when I'd been a virgin. His cock was so big and dry that it tore and pulled the sensitive ring, instead of stretching it. He didn't give the pain a chance to die away either. He just shoved in harder and harder, faster and faster. It took a couple of minutes before his meat became slick enough to move in and out without burning my sensitive asshole. Those two minutes seemed like an eternity. My muscles tensed so hard they locked for a few minutes. That just added to the bruising agony of the fiery torture.
I felt every stroke-every inch of his cock. There was no let up. He put a lot of his weight across my back as he jammed in and lifted. He was trying to hurt me as much as he could. The weight of his body drove the rail I was dangling across into my belly. After fifteen minutes of the painful humiliation I felt his cock start to swell. Then he was giving me a cum enema. He stepped away, wiping his shitty cock off on my long hair.
The next one drove into my cunt. His erection pushed past the cuntlips and into my cunt-hole. It wasn't as bad as the one which had just fucked my ass. I found it almost welcome by comparison. The boy shoved back and forth in heated excitement. He poked my tender cunt-walls. He ran his meat in and out. He ran it up and down. He drilled into me at odd angles until he finally dumped his load. As he pulled out, his cum joined the trail of jism already dripping from my asshole.
Man after man took me. I didn't grow numb for a long time, but just lay across the rail feeling every stroke of their brutality, every inch of their cocks. The last thing I remember was listening to Trinket, who was hanging next to me, babbling insanely and calling for her father.